Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below. Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at [email protected] . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged. ...

Something Special Boutique - Rubber Revenge The door opened and a figure stood just outside. It turned and gestured to two more figures a short distance away. They paused for a moment, then the first figure stamped its foot and pointed into the building. The two figures scuttled inside, shrinking as they passed the other. The first figure followed the other two more leisurely, and closed the door behind it. “You two Ninny’s! I told you if you act like your doing something wrong, somebody’s bound to come looking!” ...

Karen sorted though the work orders, looking to find a lot stored in one of the outer buildings. It didn’t take long as there was always more things to be cataloged than there were people to count them. In fact she found several of them, all in the same building. Taking them all she walked out of the office and down the hall shuffling through the papers. Even though it was late Friday afternoon no one had a problem with her just getting started now. After all this was a non-profit clearing house, everyone worked for minimum wage if they got anything at all. And nobody argued with any time that anyone was willing to pull. ...

I’ve always had a passion for latex, but had never had the courage to tell any of my boyfriends about it. Unfortunately, as a college student, I was always struggling to make ends meet, and couldn’t indulge myself as much as I would have liked. Luckily, my relations all knew how broke I was, and generally gave me cheques for Christmas and my birthday. I had managed to save enough to buy some small items but I had never managed to get enough to pay for what I most longed to own – a full latex body suit. ...

8 8 The Hunter Becomes The Hunted by IVNIK8ER (fornicator) THE HUNTER BECOMES THE HUNTED By: IVNIK8ER When I saw her sitting alone in a booth at the cafe I was taken aback by her beauty and the easygoing way she seemed content to enjoy her energy drink alone. She was about 5’9”, 125 lbs., long, silky brunette hair and beautiful blue eyes that seemed to sparkle with sensuality. I watched her come in from my stool at the counter. Her long legs, accentuated in a pair of skin tight spandex pants, were obviously toned and they flexed quite nicely while she walked to her booth. Her tank top was also made of spandex and, judging by the way her “D” size breasts were defying gravity, moonlighted as a bra of some sort. With her hair flowing casually down past her shoulders, I got the impression she had just exercised or something of that nature. Although she was soon reading a magazine, she appeared alert to her surroundings as she looked up when I stared at her for more than a few seconds. ...

Susan stared at the gift certificate that her husband, Arnold, had given her for their anniversary. “Good for one deluxe treatment at the Everlasting Youth Salon” was all that was written on the simple green business card along with the address at the bottom. Susan had never heard of this salon before. ‘What a cheap bastard!’ She thought to herself. ‘Probably some shithole with a cheap sauna and some ugly masseuse. Why couldn’t he have spent the money and got me something nice?’ ...

Ann eased herself into the steaming hot bath, a much needed tension breaker. As she lay there swirling the scented waters over her tired and aching body, Ann began to think of ways to enjoy a long week-end. Her favorite idea was to think of a Dare for Carol. Even though the game was one they had played since college, lately it had been taking some decidedly kinky turns. Ann remembered the first time the game had taken such a sexy turn. Carol had held up a pair of shiny silver handcuffs and dared Ann to wear them out to a movie. They had draped a sweater over her cuffed hands and gone out. Ann could never remember what movie they saw, she had been so distracted by her pinioned hands…. That night was the first time she and Carol had made love. ...

Happy Anniversary - Techster gets His Collar By Techie Keeping the marriage boredom from settling in after 30 + years is always fun and challenging. My husband, Techster, has always been a willing and fun subject for my erotic bondage experiments. I enjoy seeing him helpless with his most private parts and that nicely shaped butt of his fully exposed for my pleasure (and his torment). In honor of our anniversary (30+ years) I thought it would be fun to design and build a heavy all steel restraint system. This system would combine a collar with a spreader bar and a linking bar that would force him to stand and waddle/walk bent over so that nicely shaped butt is available for my viewing and torment. ...

8 8 House Painting by kitn Yet another of Kats Creations THE TELL TALE COLLAR He stood upon the steps in front of her house watching her work. She moved to the music playing in her headphones obviously a country tune by the occasional bits and pieces she sang out loud. He smiled as He stood there waiting to be acknowledged. He took in the drop cloths the paint and the rolls of tape stacked about the front porch. The house would be painted he mused to himself as he waited, watching her begin to mask the windows. Out loud he muttered, “What a waste of tape!” ...

Forum Feedback How I got my new $1000 Diamond Tennis Bracelet or Never bet against a lady engineer! By Techie Sometimes even the nicest men can be so stubborn and macho about certain things that they simply have to be shown to recognize the reality of the situation. Last week, Techster, my husband of many years and I were watching an adult video about slave contracts and when he saw the slaves licking their master’s and mistresses’ assholes remarked that no amount of torture could make him do that. A brief discussion followed that ended up by his challenging me. " You’ll never find me licking someone’s asshole!" I countered, “With the proper training anyone will willingly submit to their masters’ demands!” Techster replied. “No way here! Tell you what. I can stand up to anything you can dish out! I’ll give you eight hours. I will be your slave. If you can get me to give in and lick your asshole I’ll get you a diamond tennis bracelet. If I win and hold out for two days you will wear my locking slave collar around your neck for a month 24/7.” “Agreed. When do you want to start?” I asked. “Whenever you are ready.” He responded. “Next weekend.” I answered. " The workshop is off limits until Friday evening. If you need anything from it ask me. OK?" “OK!” he agreed. ...

My Bondage experiences started when I was young I would tie myself up as best as i could but never as good as I would have liked. Then came my teen’s I came across a girl friend called Ruby, the first love of my life from the first kiss to the first gentle feel, I was convinced this girl was for me. One night while sitting in my father’s car, in the back seat that was parked in our garage as this was one of the few places were we could be alone and enjoy a little feel and tickle, I told Ruby of my love for being tied up to my surprise she admitted she had indulged in a little self bondage as well on many occasions. ...

sequel to ‘Bound to Serve’ The meeting dragged on and on and I hid a yawn behind my hand as I leaned back in the black leather conference chair. I felt the garters slide seductively over my thighs as I crossed my legs and suddenly found it hard to concentrate on a boring PowerPoint slide showing the latest sales figures. My thoughts drifted away from this endless meeting, to him. I really like him, because he’s cute, horny and naïve. He did not have a clue about real sex when I first met him. Women are so much smarter when it comes to sex. After all, it is the one and only stranglehold we have on this world. So I gently guided him from plain vanilla sex to the more interesting realms of bondage and cross-dressing. Once he had been hooked it had been so easy to manipulate him into a bet he could not win. And the fun I had with him afterwards. Dressed up as my maid in high-heels. Hooked to the ceiling, blindfolded, gagged, handcuffed and a spread-bar between his ankles. Moist warmth spread through my loins as I thought about that weekend and I had to struggle to sit still and not rub the inside of my thighs together, softly massaging my pussy. ...

My tale is about self-bondage. Like most others you read about here, I have been into self-bondage for a while. My problem has always been that I seem to always manage to get free before I originally planned on. With that in mind I decided to do a little better planning for my next adventure. I decided that this new adventure would have the elements of bondage, humiliation, endurance, risk of exposure and most importantly no easy way out. ...

8 8 The Gift by kitn Yet another of Kats Creations When the day dawned bright she awoke the sun streaming through the bars of her cage she waited in silence her hands cuffed to the bars of her prison but even the gag in her mouth could not dampen her spirits today as she waited for her Master to come and release her. He enters the room and immediately she is aware of his presence, his strength, his control. ...

Hi Gromet one of your readers complained I never get inseminated and had I any plans in the future to allow a dastardly male to perform the sex act on me and allow my body to do what it was designed for and if I had trouble finding a male to complete the task he was willing to take a couple of hours off work to help out. Now I really appreciate the offer but at my age it would rather spoil the life style I have grown used to. And any way after the story “The Burglar” he would have to get in the queue as there seems there are a lot of Gromet readers out there are in front of him standing in the queue with their tongues hanging out. Story continues from Foaming Part 2 ...

She lives in a beautiful old building in Vancouver’s West End. Her apartment is a warm, sunny refuge on the fourth floor, overlooking a school playground below. She loves to lie back on her sofa, basking in the sun’s warmth as she reads a good book. Often she’ll stay like this for hours, losing all track of time as she abandons herself to the fantasy of the novel, only surfacing back to reality when she becomes aware that the light is growing dim, and only then to pull the chain on her lamp. ...

8 8 The Tell Tale Collar by kitn Yet another of Kats Creations THE TELL TALE COLLAR Standing there in her bedroom looking frantically for the misplaced keys she groaned as her search was interrupted by a knock at her door. “COME IN” she yelled, hoping it would be friend not foe as she resumed her search. The steps sounding on the stairs lent her security as she recognized the tread of her lifelong friend and confidant. “Hello Chris, pardon the mess. If you can bulldoze your way to my chair have a seat”, she joked after hugging and releasing him. Laughing at the mess she had created he strode to her desk chair avoiding various piles of “stuff” sitting down he glanced into her open closet and chuckled at the mess she was making there as well. ...

8 8 Tight And Caught by Martha & Dan Self bondage Tight And Caught Dan I had planned on a few hours in bondage taking the precaution of having a safety of course . I had called my ex-girlfriend and asked if she would stop by in about 6 hours. I had said I may be busy so please use the spare key to come in if I don’t answer, she agreed but said she may be a little late as she would be busy which only added a bit of excitement . ...

8 8 Vermont Weekend Part 4 - On the Run by M On The Run by M Dan didn’t stop talking about our Vermont adventure for weeks after we had returned. We had never done anything quite so wild before and I have to admit, I enjoyed it too. But of all the things we did the bondage, the selfbondage, the forced nudity, the messy fun - he talked most about me being his pet. The whole scene must have really touched a nerve with him because our regular lovemaking suddenly took on a lot of doggy style, collars, and leashes. Not that I minded! We had gone through various phases of lovemaking before and I knew that this was another one of those. I enjoyed it as well and encouraged him to make me his pet anytime he wanted. I had especially enjoyed my outdoor bondage and decided that that would be a big part of something I had in mind for Dan. With his birthday coming up in late August, I decided to give him a present of another little weekend fun session. He was on a mid-week business trip and would be flying back late Friday night. After hinting about the special present he was going to get when he returned, I made him promise to call me after boarding the plane for the flight home. I knew from previous trips that he would then be roughly two hours from that point to pulling into our driveway. ...

This is my first time writing a story, and I’m no great story teller, but I wanted to recount my best self-bondage experience. The problem with being a guy into SB is how best to stimulate ones self. I read so many stories about girls into SB and all the inventive ways they find to give themselves orgasms, but I’ve never been able to figure out a way to bring myself off while tied. This is a problem, because the act of bondage in itself is boring for me. I require some stimulus to make the experience fun. What excited me about bondage is the thought of being out of control of something that is happening to you. I don’t just want to tie myself up and simply wait for release. ...